"A poor Taoist outsider, don't you...huh?" The old Taoist priest suddenly moved his nose and waved his hand. The gourd somehow got into his hand. He put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it. The old Taoist priest's eyes shone.
When you raise your head, there are two big mouthfuls of gud-dong-gu-dong.
"Good wine!" The old Taoist priest's face flushed: "I have never drunk such a good wine. It is mellow and strong, good, good. This wine is rare in the world, how did you get it?"
This big face was red, just like the extra-large sesame cake that had just come out of the oven. Jiang Fan couldn't help but curse. But facing this enigmatic old Taoist priest, he could only smile: "It's fine if the Taoist likes it. I made it myself."
"Brewing it yourself? I don't think I have such ability."
"Of course, the kid also has his moments...Wait, wait a moment, please leave some for me..."
…
Jiang Fan looked resentful.
A gourd of wine weighs a full catty and a half, and before I finish speaking, it has already bottomed out.
It’s really a toad, indeed a frog!
Still can only complain.
This fat old man used a reed to cross the river. Who knows his background, but he must be very powerful. The world is different from that back home, so be careful not to offend him.
"Ahem..." The old Taoist also felt a little embarrassed.
"The poem I just wrote is good, but it seems to be half of it. Why not complete it?"
"Gone."
"It's gone? How could it be gone? It's obvious..."
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes and turned the wine gourd upside down without even a drop falling.
"But it will be gone."
The old Taoist chuckled and scratched his head: "This wine is indeed wonderful. This poor Taoist has broken the precepts. Immeasurable God..."
Also, Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, Heavenly Lord’s ability to drink is really limitless...
"...Um, you can't drink this little brother's wine in vain. Why don't you teach me your skills?"
"Don't learn." Jiang Fan said bluntly.
"You don't want to learn?" The old Taoist priest was stunned: "You don't know the name of a poor Taoist?"
"I know, why don't you say it, frog... son."
The old Taoist's face darkened again, you really have to read it separately, right?
"Since you know Pindao's Taoist name, you should know that in this world's killing formation, I dare to be called second, but no one dares to be called first!"
Jiang Fan looked confused: "I said, don't you have any other ways to brag?"
"You...you...! Bastard! That Heavenly Lord Wuliang is so angry that he is so evil!"
"Hey, hey, don't be angry, don't be angry. I just said that casually, Master Tao, please don't be angry, anger is very harmful to your health. I have a pot here to honor you."
Tianjizi hummed a few times, finally took the wine, and said while drinking: "I have some skills, there is no harm in learning."
Jiang Fan shook his head like a rattle: "Don't learn, don't learn."
The old Taoist priest became curious: "If people in the world can get a poor Taoist teaching, they can't ask for it. Why are you so weird?"
As he said that, he looked at the young man carefully, but he couldn't help but be surprised. This young man's energy seemed to be hidden in the clouds and mist, and he couldn't see clearly. The old Taoist priest was curious and couldn't help but deduce with his fingers, but he could see the mist steaming.
There seemed to be thunder and lightning, but it was impossible to deduce cause and effect.
Jiang Fan lazily leaned on the bow of the boat: "Xia uses force to break the rules. He always wants to make a gesture every now and then. If he can't do it, he won't cause trouble."
"Huh?" Tianjizi seemed to have heard this theory for the first time and couldn't help but find it interesting.
"A chivalrous person uses force to break the ban. This saying is so wonderful that it should be revealed clearly."
Jiang Fan spread his hands: "You can drink if you want, no excuses."
The old Taoist priest resisted the urge to slap him on the spot and looked Jiang Fan up and down: "This little brother is a wonderful man. He speaks well and has a beautiful belly. He also has an interesting and tight temperament."
Jiang Fan waved his hands and disagreed: "Master Tao, fishing and wine making are really interesting."
The fat Taoist priest stroked his beard and said, "Look at how you are so aloof at such a young age. Young people should be heroic and heroic, but they shouldn't be like this."
Jiang Fan said: "Everyone has his own ambitions. My life is like a small boat. A pot of fine wine is enough. It is true that it is ordinary."
The old Taoist priest actually showed a thoughtful look: "A small boat, a pot of fine wine, plain and simple is the truth... This little brother's words are very consistent with my intention to be quiet and inactive when I go home. I never thought that today my trip to the northwest would meet a young man like you.
"
He suddenly raised his head and drank it all, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, you can't drink it in vain. I see that I have a lot of energy, but do you know how to train your qi?"
Jiang Fan casually said: "I learned a little bit from an old man from my hometown, all about nourishing Qi and keeping fit."
The old Taoist priest said: "That's good."
As he spoke, he swung his fly whisk, and suddenly everything in the world seemed to be still. The river stopped flowing, a water flower hung in the air, the reeds stopped, and a heron fluttered its wings and was about to fly. Jiang Fan had never seen this before.
After seeing such a scene, I was immediately amazed.
In a moment, an inexplicable white light rose from the river, like a white rainbow piercing the sun and pouring into the small gourd.
The old Taoist priest flicked his finger, and the gourd slowly flew back into Jiang Fan's arms. Everything returned to normal.
"If you are in danger in the future, you can open this gourd and use your energy to lock onto the opponent, which can save your life."
Jiang Fan was stunned when he saw it.
Seeing him like this, the old Taoist priest felt proud and brushed his beard and said: "How about it, I won't lose you."
Jiang Fan held the gourd in his arms in a daze, and pouted for a long time: "How can I hold wine..."
The old Taoist priest is a little confused. A life-saving talisman with a poor Taoist can't exchange you for a pot of wine?
"Boy, don't think that I'm just talking nonsense. Just take a look."
After saying that, he waved his whisk and saw a huge wave suddenly rising from the river, and then rushed towards a huge reef in the middle of the river like a horse. With a loud noise, the reef was actually smashed into pieces.
Damn it!
The reef is more than ten feet high, right? Jiang Fan opened his mouth wide, is that okay?
The old Taoist priest smiled proudly: "How about it? Is what the poor Taoist said true?"
But I saw the young man paused for a moment, then suddenly picked up the first wine gourd and handed it over carefully: "You, drink two bottles..."
The fly whisk fell onto the boat with a clatter. The old Taoist priest pointed at him and was speechless.
After a while, the old Taoist priest snorted and threw the gourd to Jiang Fan: "Boy, I'm satisfied."
Jiang Fan chuckled and said: "Satisfied, satisfied, old Taoist priest, you are a good person. I have seen early on that you are a good person who respects the rules and will not take my wine in vain."
The old Taoist priest rolled his eyes, feeling that he had never been so worried in many years.
"With that, I will take my leave." After saying that, he stood up to leave. He was really afraid that staying with this young man for a while longer would damage his Taoist spirit.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute..." Jiang Fan hurriedly greeted.
The old Taoist priest wondered: "Boy, is there some wine for the poor Taoist?"
Jiang Fan was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and hesitated for a long time, and then he actually took out another gourd.
"Do you really have wine? You are so unhappy."
"No, not... you, you took my boat..."
"You...I..." The old Taoist priest was heartbroken.
Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Fan said carefully: "You see, you are a good person who respects the rules..."
Are you waiting for me here? The old Taoist priest just felt that he was so confused that he got on this guy's pirate ship.
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"Little bastard, remember to complete the poem!"
There was a faint sound on the river, but the old Taoist priest was nowhere to be seen.
Jiang Fan held three gourds and giggled for a long time.
Although I was demoted from a young brother to a brat, and then to a little bastard, it was worth the trip. As for the character in the eyes of the old Taoist priest...
Chapter completed!